Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 31

Megan snapped back to reality, noticing the car had come to a halt at a crossroads. The light ahead was red

She pulled her hand from Sullivan’s grip and tumed her head away, her demeanor cooling. “Nothing”

Sullivan’s gaze lingered on her averted profile. He felt an uncomfortable twinge in his heart.

His mind wandered back to the early days of their marriage when Megan was just past her twenties Back then, Megan adored him. Every evening, when he came home from work, she would dash downstairs to relieve him of his briefcase, eagerly sharing the menu. she had planned for dinner and drawing him a warm bath before bed.

At night during their intimate moments, he would sometimes hurt her on purpose. She would just snuggle up to him with her nose slightly red, wmpping her arms tightly around his neck and softly pleading with him to be gentle

In those honeymoon days, she was truly joyful.

But gradually, Megan stopped laughing and ceased her playful affection

It seemed she had finally come to accept the fact that he didn’t love her and slowly realized that no matter what she did, it was all in vain, she was always met with indifference and disregard

Megan was still considerate, but her attentiveness had become more akin to performing her wifely duties.

There was no love, just obligation.

Just like the truth she revealed after a few glasses of wine, she had stopped liking him a long time ago.

These thoughts made Sullivan’s imitation grow, he looked away with no intention of speaking to Megan again.

came on, and the black Bentley slowly pulled away.

lights, the car’s luxury

window, her gaze fixed on the French bistro they were passing by and she

closed for

she played the violin and

Sullivan’s profile. She finally understood why Sullivan had insisted on

showing me this on purpose?” she

kept his eyes on the road,

apartment building that he turned to look at

had her suspicions, but she kept quiet.

with a lazy posture. “Tm not sure what Begonia had in mind by helping you. But Mrs. Lowry, don’t forget you’re still

offered a faint

hard to guess Sullivan’s thoughts; he wasn’t hiding

typical male ego at play; he didn’t want his wife, whom he no longer cared

but she didn’t want to drag Begonia into their

Her him.”

has nothing to do

bored

out and gently caressed her face, “1

a hint

her face away. “I’m not Mrs. Lowry!”

her steadily for a few seconds.